My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

I don't want to make this sound negative at all, but in the best way possible I freaking give up. I give up. You can't try and make your life perfect. I'm just trying to have a good time, and I'm just trying to appreciate the things that I have around me. I give up on the 'dream' dream. I think that it's all a dream. I think it's all wonderful and terrible. And I give up in the nicest way.

I resent limitations. I'm going to be this way for a while.

If I had a kid, and I had a choice between teaching somebody how to avoid trouble, or teaching them how to get out of it, I'd teach them how to get out of it.

There aren't many poster children for cool angst. Everybody thinks it's cool if you're the bad girl.

Let me know the way, before there's hell to pay.

I've never been to the websites. It's a lot healthier for me to keep out of the conversations about me.